Jessica's Change Management Ch. 05

But it didn't happen.

Reaching the right stocking top, the fucking macho simply reached over to the left stocking top. He completely spared my cunt and ran his hand back down my left thigh. I almost sighed out loudly. I was so disappointed. Fortunately, I didn't do it. I better not wanted to find out how the other interns' would react to that!

Surprisingly, I didn't hear anything from D-Rod for the rest of the working day. I was getting confused. What about the daily office dare? Had he forgotten about it? No way, what a ridiculous idea! Had he gotten bored with his office pet? Fat chance! What a silly notion although it inadvertently caused a pinch of sorrow in my guts. Had he revealed our secret office dares to anyone? Jeez, what a thought! It almost made me faint from fear.

I was getting more nervous by the second. Finally, I was so antsy I picked up the phone to call the interns' office to ask for D-Rod. The rational part of myself kicked in at the last second, stopping me. I felt like slapping myself. What kind of submissive slut had I become? I wouldn't call D-Rod groveling to be used! Get some self-respect, girl, for fuck's sake!

It was past lunchtime, and I still hadn't heard anything from D-Rod. I was barely able to sit still anymore. My gaze roamed over to my silver bracelet with the ruler charm time and time again. Whenever, I caught myself staring at the symbol of my pain and pleasure, I growled at myself. Get a grip, girl!

I couldn't help it, though. My mind wondered back to yesterday's use of the ruler, which had given me such a shattering orgasm. The more I tried to suppress it, the more I felt myself getting aroused. The symbol of my submission was driving me mad.

KNOCK

KNOCK

Someone knocked on my door, startling me up! I almost jumped off my chair! Shit! I had been daydreaming gazing at my charm bracelet while fondling my braless nipples through the silky, black blouse. My blouse was askew! What the fuck had I been doing in my office?

Maybe, D-Rod was finally coming by! Maybe, it was time for the office dare? Once again, I cursed my treacherous self for hoping it might by the dirty macho thug! D-Rod never knocked on my door. It definitely wasn't him.

What if it was one of the secretaries like Michelle Keelan? What if she noticed my missing bra? The gossip would spread with lightning speed! What if it was one of my subordinates? He would lose any kind of respect for me as his superior! What if it was CEO O'Bannon? He would reconsider my commitment to becoming his successor! Either way would be bad! I almost prayed for it to be D-Rod despite my better knowledge.

The knock had been very urgent, sounding like the person was about to enter my office any second. I didn't have much time left so I hastily opened some files on my desk to look busy and adjusted my blouse as best as possible. Then it was all too late anyways. The door opened, and Damon, one of my subordinates, stepped inside.

"Hey, can I interrupt you?" He asked cheerfully when I didn't address him straightaway.

Pheww! I had barely managed to get snatched from the jaws of a huge scandal. I better not dared to envision my subordinate's reaction if he had seen me fondling my tits.

The current state was bad enough. Damon's gaze quickly dropped to my blouse when he saw my hard nipples poking through the silky, black material. There was no way for me to hide that I wasn't wearing a bra. It was too obvious, and it embarrassed me to no end. I fought hard to hide it but deeply blushed in shame anyways.

My subordinate tried his best not to let anything show. He quickly told me about his progress on his current project and asked some open questions. I dealt with it as quickly as possible. Still, we needed some time to find some proper solutions. He sat down on the opposite side of my desk to show me the work he had done already. All the while, I felt him ogling my boobs. I caught him using every chance to glimpse down my cleavage.

I had to check several calculations, Damon had brought along. But instead of handing the papers over, he placed them on his side of the desk. I automatically leaned over the tabletop to read them. Only then, I noticed that the bent over position almost caused my ample, braless juggs to topple out of the blouse. Damon was treated to a full view of my big, round tits!

Fuck! My subordinates were just the same kind of horny bastards as D-Rod!

I was about to scream at him. I was about to vent all my frustration on him. But I stopped myself at the last second. It would only call more attention! It would only raise questions about my outfit. I had to suffer his lecherous gazes and act as if I wouldn't notice.

Damon came up with question after question. It was clear that he was stalling for time to continue ogling my tits. All the attention didn't do much to soften my nipples. Instead, they continued poking through my silky blouse giving Damon a proper show. All the time, I was on pins and needles.

Finally, Damon had run out of questions, and I sent him out. I deeply sighed in relief when he was gone. Gosh! I could really use a strong coffee now! Checking the clock, I noticed that quitting time was approaching. I couldn't believe it. I had barely managed to get any work done for the day although D-Rod hadn't even approached me with an office dare yet!

That was about to change, though. Before I had a chance to proceed back to business, the door opened again. This time, there wasn't a knock on the door. Of course, it was D-Rod!

"Woah! You really stoked up your colleague, didn't you?" He mocked me as a greeting. "But hey! I get it! You're just doing your job as Miss Ho-Worker, right?"

I furiously shot daggers at him but didn't say a word. There was nothing left to argue. Anyways, D-Rod walking into my office was better than any other of my co-workers. It was bad enough that one of my subordinates had noticed my missing bra.

"Waiting for your daily office dare?" My intern asked with a chuckle. "Present your cunt!"

Letting out an annoyed sigh, I stood up and stepped in front of the Latin macho. Once again, I found myself pushing my caramel skirt up to my hips and presenting my bare pussy.

"Your office pet is ready for the dare, Sir Da-Rod!" I finally replied through gritted teeth, forcing out my derogatory nickname.

In this submissive posture, I felt the instant urge to fall under D-Rod's dominant spell. But I resisted. I wouldn't give in! Not this time!

"Excited already, huh?" The rude thug taunted me in response. "Bet you've been waiting for it all day long, Miss Ho-Worker!"

"You're wet in anticipation like a real slut, aren't you?" He added while stepping close to me.

My cheeks turned red from anger. I didn't want it to be true, but he was right. I had barely been able to focus on anything work-related because of the maddening anticipation.

Although I felt the young Latino's domineering presence, I held his gaze. D-Rod reacted by roughly pushing his hand between my legs. Forcing my legs apart, he rudely ran his hand over my slit, probing my pussy with a finger.

"Just as I said." He exclaimed while holding his wet finger in front of my face. "A true slut!"

I closed my eyes at my own insolence. No, no, no! I wasn't a slut! I was a respected business lady caught in my intern's blackmail. However, whether I liked it or not, my subordinate's attention had made my nipples hard and my crotch damp.

When I opened my eyes again, D-Rod stood in front of me with the wooden ruler in his hand. A cold shiver ran down my spine as much from the fear of getting another ass thrashing as from the anticipation of getting my clit rubbed. D-Rod didn't waste any time pushing the wooden ruler between my legs and running it over my slit.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned out.

I couldn't help it. The long wait during the working day, the attention from my subordinate, D-Rod's dominance, it all made my head swim. I couldn't withstand it any longer. The moment, the wooden ruler touched my pussy, my will to resist was finally stifled. The respected business lady went out the door. I could only bite my lips to suppress my moans and ride out the pleasure.

I started bucking against the wooden ruler. My head was spinning in lust while I desperately tried to bring myself off on the straight edge. I was so aroused my legs were trembling.

"Do you want to cum, lil office tramp?" D-Rod asked teasingly. "Tell me how much you wanna cum, office pet! Beg me for it!"

I was beyond caring. It didn't matter if I was standing in my office or not. It didn't matter if it was my intern or not. A switch had flipped, turning me into a total slut. Standing in my office with my skirt around my hips and my legs spread, I was uninhibitedly humping a wooden ruler. For the moment, I was too needy to be embarrassed.

"Mmm!... Yesss!... Own your ditzy office bimbo, sir!... Ooohhh!... Pleassse!... Please sir, make your office pet cum!... Ooohhh!... Yesss!" It was all I could muster.

I was so dizzy with lust I was barely able to remain on my feet.

SLAP

The wooden ruler landed on my right ass cheek with a loud smack.

"You gotta earn your orgasm, slut!" D-Rod told me. "It's too early now!"

I sobbed in response - more in frustration at the sudden denial than from the harsh slap that was still burning on my ass cheek. The ruler was gone from my clit, however, so I acted on impulse and reached down to touch my clit with my right hand.

SLAP

Another harsh blow landed on my ass, reddening my left buttock while D-Rod batted my hand away. He looked at me with an annoyed, disapproving look.

"Tsktsktsk! Obedience, Miss Ho-Worker! Or else you won't be allowed to cum at all!" He scolded me like a little, naughty schoolgirl. "You're here to serve me first and foremost. If I'm satisfied with your service, I might let you cum!"

"Yes sir, sorry sir!" I replied with my head hanging.

I felt ashamed of the fact that I wasn't allowed to cum while having to serve this crude macho first. It drove home the meaning of being his 'office pet' once and for all.

"Let's get you ready for your office dare, shall we, lil office tramp?" My intern exclaimed with his trademark arrogant grin. "First, your outfit's still too conservative for a right office slut!"

My heart skipped a beat when D-Rod referred to my outfit, stifling my arousal and replacing it with nervousness. I wasn't wearing a bra and panties already! That should be slutty enough, right?

"Not looking flossy enough for a right office bunny." He stated matter-of-factly. "That top needs more buttons open than closed!"

Looking down myself, I had to gulp. The silky, black blouse had five buttons in total and the upper two were already open. I barely felt dressed like that! The third button was right at nipple level. Opening it with trembling fingers, the silky material popped open instantly. Gosh! My braless juggs came dangerously close to tumbling out! The blouse fully revealed my neckline now, and my nipples were almost visible. This way, I was shamelessly flaunting my ample boobs to everyone!

"An office tramp should always wear a bimbo belt as skirt, don't you think?" The macho prick continued with a chuckle. "You know, a proper bimbo belt reaches down to mid-thigh at a max, right?"

Oh no! Not that as well! I wanted to protest so badly. I already felt like a half-naked slut! The open blouse alone was totally inappropriate for work! However, I had promised myself not to beg. I wouldn't give my intern that kind of satisfaction.

For a few seconds, we exchanged gazes, shooting daggers at each other. I didn't shirk from his look although I felt a wave of submissiveness surging through me. Finally, I grabbed the hem of my caramel brown, knee-long skirt and pushed it up until it barely covered half my thighs. I used a few pins from my desk to fixate the skirt in that position while I continued staring into D-Rod's eyes. Gosh! I had never worn such a short skirt in the office!

I had slipped in my conviction when the scruffy thug had rubbed my clit with the ruler. But I had regained my composure now! I wanted to let him know that he hadn't subdued my will yet. D-Rod didn't seem impressed, though.

"Look at this!" He exclaimed while pulling two clear plastic bags from his pockets. "I prepared a little something 'n guess what. You got the choice, bitch!"

My gaze changed from stubbornness to confusion as my eyes went back and forth between his arrogant smirk and the clear plastic bags. There were some folded papers in it. But I had absolutely no clue what my intern was up to now.

"Today's office dare's a lottery!" D-Rod explained. "You draw the place 'n the act!"

"Maybe, it's your office. Maybe, it's the restrooms. Could be the copy room or the chill-out room. It depends on your pick!" He gave me some details. "Maybe, you get away with a simple blowjob, a sweet little cunt fuck, or a rough ass fuck. We'll see!"

Realizing the meaning of the slut lottery made me gasp for air. How far did he want to go with this?

The copy room???

It was on the lower level right next to the fully occupied interns' office!

The restrooms???

It was like a revolving door with employees constantly walking in and out!

The chill-out room???

It was a dirty, shabby room in the basement that only got used by the interns!

We weren't safe in any of these places! Anybody could spot us or walk in on us! Was he going insane? Was he just taunting me? Hadn't it been enough that we had almost gotten caught yesterday? Did he have to push our luck like that?

"Draw the lots, office pet!" The young Latino ordered impatiently, hammering home that he meant every word.

My fingers trembled madly while I stuck my hand into the first plastic bag and grabbed a folded paper. Pulling my hand out, I handed the pick over to D-Rod. He made an exaggerated show of unfolding it.

"And the winner is... blowjob!" He read out, acting like a show host. "You got the easy pick there, Miss Ho-Worker!"

I honestly couldn't share this opinion with him. A blowjob would be quick and easy, though. At least, I had a bit of luck. Pushing my hand into the second plastic bag, I pulled out another folded paper.

"Tadaa!" D-Rod exclaimed drawing out every word like a ring announcer. "It's the... restrooms!"

No! No, no, no! Goddammit! There goes my luck.

Of course, the best pick had to be followed by the worst one. While I cursed my bad luck, D-Rod grinned from ear to ear. Obviously, this had been his favorite choice.

"C'mon!" He demanded impatiently. "Follow me, Miss Ho-Worker!"

Before I knew what was happening, he had walked out of my office and stood on the floor waiting for me. I had to brace myself to get going. I couldn't picture myself giving my young intern a blowjob in the restrooms. It was such a lewd idea!

At least, meetings were over for the day. As only O'Bannon, Ortega, and I had offices on the upper floor, the restrooms were deserted at this time of day. Shaking my head in resignation, I finally followed D-Rod outside.

Walking into the hallway, I was more than aware of my 'bimbo belt' barely covering my stocking tops. It instantly made me feel like a skanky slut. The second I stepped onto the hallway, the macho prick got into motion. And bounced down the stairs!

I gazed after him in astonishment. What was he doing now? Why did he run past the restrooms? I remained standing at the top of the stairs like rooted to the spot. When D-Rod noticed that I wasn't following, he stopped and looked back to me.

"Hey Miss Ho-Worker! You coming or what?" He called me out.

I flinched when he shouted 'Miss Ho-Worker' right on the stairs. I only prayed that no one had heard it.

"What about the restrooms?" I whispered, not daring to talk any louder.

"Awww, fuckdoll!" D-Rod laughed out loudly. "You didn't really think we we're talking 'bout the restroom up here, did you?"

"Where's the fun in that? Nobody here to walk in on you!" He scoffed. "We're talking 'bout the men's room downstairs! That's where the party's at!"

Without another word, he turned around and walked away. He simply left me standing there in my pinned-up, caramel skirt and unbuttoned, revealing blouse. I felt like my feet were frozen to the ground. I couldn't go downstairs looking like this! I couldn't be seen by my subordinates in this flossy, dolled-up outfit! I couldn't go into the men's room either! With all the male consultants sitting on the lower floor, the restrooms were in heavy use. Somebody would walk in on us!

By now, D-Rod had reached the lower floor and disappeared from my view. I couldn't let him wait. He would get bored! I couldn't risk him shouting my degrading nickname through the staircase again!

Eventually, I got going and slowly walked down the stairs. When I reached the lower floor, my skin was crawling. I carefully looked over my shoulder. I was kind of feeling my way forward. But the slower I walked, the higher the chances that someone saw me in my slutted-up outfit.

Finally, I worked up all my courage and headed straight to the restrooms. I had to walk down the entire hallway to get there. After taking a few steps, I was close to start running. I had to restrain myself. My caramel, silk, open-toe pumps with 4" stiletto heels would only click louder on the parquet and attract attention.

Fortunately, most office doors were closed. Quitting time was approaching, and my co-workers were busy getting work done for the day to head home. The offices with open doors were unoccupied. Still, I had to pass the interns' office.

Slowly approaching it, I saw Justin, Taylor, and Matt packing up their stuff. I stopped a few steps in front of the office and waited for the right moment. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. I was trembling from the tension. Please don't let them see me, I prayed. When the interns started saying their goodbyes, I jumped forward. Passing the door as quickly as I could, I joined D-Rod in front of the men's room.

"You like your catwalk, Miss Ho-Worker?" D-Rod took a jibe at me.

My walk through the hallway had obviously amused him. Once again, he shouted out the degrading title without a care if anyone might hear it. The taunt made me frantically look around the hallway. No one moved or stepped out of an office. The interns were still occupied with packing up their stuff. I had been lucky - for once.

As soon as D-Rod had called me out, he disappeared into the men's room. I could only follow him and get it over with. Once again, I looked around the hallway to make sure that no one saw me. Then I basically rushed through the door.

Inside the restroom, I breathed a sigh of relief. D-Rod casually leaned on a sink. Did he ever lose that pretentious attitude? When I looked up at him, he pointed at the ground.

"Remember fuckdoll! Office bimbos work on all fours!" He explained with a sly smile.

No, no, no! Not again! This was going too far. I was ready to plead by now, but the look in his eyes immediately stopped me. There was no arguing with him. It was his way or the highway.

Looking at the tiles made me gulp. They were dirty and filthy. Plenty of men had walked in here with dirty shoes. It was so revolting it made me shudder. Every fiber of my body resisted kneeling down.

Still, I slowly dropped to my knees. Feeling the cold tiles through the flimsy fabric of my black seamed stockings made my skin crawl. Leaning forward and placing my bare hands on the dirty tiles, caused me to shudder in disgust.

This was gross!

I could feel the dirt on my hands! I desperately wanted to shake the filth off my hands. Mustering all my will power, though, I remained in position.

Making matters worse, I felt my pinned-up, caramel skirt rise up over my bubble butt exposing my ass cheeks. Knowing what D-Rod expected of me, I didn't want him cooking up some more humiliating ideas. Resigned to my fate, I pulled my tits from my silky, black blouse letting them hang out.